1. |
The Gloves Come Off
02:06
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Chords :
Variations of - Am Dm Em Am Em
I send my love but i cannot send my coin
You see, my love, it has all been stolen gone
I send my love but i cannot send my coin
You see, my love, it has all been stolen gone
My sweet love it has been so many nights since i have been so blessed to be here right by your side
And you must be able to tell as my mouth is dry and my stomach rumbles like hell, that it's empty as my wallet. Yes you know.
I send my love but i cannot send my coin
You see, my love, it has all been stolen gone
"If I get used to giving half to you, I'll end up in the red
I ain't got none to spare just enough to keep me fed
And i'm pissed at you, not the folks that keep us broke and want us dead.
It's what i been taught, it's what i know, been drilled into my head."
I send my love but i cannot send my coin
You see, my love, it has all been stolen gone
I send my love but i cannot send my coin
You see, my love, it has all been stolen gone
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2. |
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Chords :
Part A - Em F G , Em F G# G F G F
Part B - F E D# , F E D# E C A
Let's take a walk.
Take a stroll down the block,
And draw out the lines.
See what dwells behind your eyes.
Cause it's not too hard to see
The madness starting to creep
Up through the cracks in the street.
It's moving under your feet.
It takes a special kind of sadist to sit still in a house that's engulfed in flames, burning to the ground.
As if no one else but you can see the destruction in the sacred, dissonance in the profound.
Found a way to fuck up every little thing - from the earth to the sea to the sky.
I'm fumbling around looking for reason, but i cant seem to open up my fucking eyes.
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3. |
Ten Generations On
02:22
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Chords : (played on slide guitar)
verse - C Bb G - C
chorus - C - G - C
Why, oh why do we teach the youth self-hatred?
Teach them to believe they're not good enough.
This what they learn from watching us and we show it all.
Why, oh why? We continue to mislead them.
Someone's gotta take responsibility.
The wheels keep on turning with no one to steer and it's going wrong.
While we're burning it down to the finger tips never thinking for a second the repercussions -
Still steering wrong ten generations on, that is if humanity can even last that long.
And it's gonna have to start with the teaching of the youth.
Encourage creativity and the pursuit of change.
In the lessons that we teach, we gotta give a better education than we received because we were deceived.
Why oh why? It can be so hard to reach them.
Born and bred in captivity.
Never knowing what's outside the boundaries that have been drawn out.
While we're burning it down to the finger tips never thinking for a second the repercussions -
Still steering wrong ten generations on, that is if humanity can even last that long.
And it's gonna have to start with the teaching of the youth.
Encourage creativity and the pursuit of change.
In the lessons that we teach, we gotta give a better education than we received because we were deceived.
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4. |
Doubling Down
02:27
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5. |
I Beg You
01:12
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Chords :
C - Am - C - G - C - Am F C G CGC
Bridge - Am - C - F - C Bm
Am - C - F- G
Well I spend my days in an apartment complex,
Sitting here on my ass getting high as all heck.
Trying to get myself a good and proper grip on the fan before the shit goes careening into it.
So I stay up all night and I stay up all day.
Writing and complaining bout the shit that I can't change.
On the first of the month, early in the AM
A rapping on my door sent me straight into a rage.
Well I beg you knock on my door and ask me for rent
That'll be the last door that you ever see my friend.
Like anyone don't deserve a roof over their head
Just cause someone else thinks they didn't earn it yet.
Well, a rootsman living in a babylon system,
I'm more misunderstood by the day - aw yeah!
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6. |
Heavy Incline
03:17
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Chords :
Verse - Dm - F Em
Chorus - Dm - F Em C - Am - F - A - Dm - Am C
Dm - F Em C - Am - F - A - Dm
Here the winters grow cold.
It makes me dream of places that are far from my home.
Experiences flash before my eyes when they're closed.
I open them again and remember that those days are gone.
The holes in my story, the holes in my liver give their testimony
Cause they know secrets that are so unholy.
Some that were told and never were spoken of again.
But these wounds can mend.
This gift was not meant to be squandered and spent.
Healing is possible if you can accept that you deserve it.
Let down your defense, you don't have to earn it.
But you're running out of fight.
Too long you've been climbing up this heavy incline.
You've got it in your head that it's not in your stars -
Recovery is just outside the reach of your arms.
Bold as the day -
Aches in my heart and fog in my brain.
Wishing on eyelashes for better days.
Days when the fire in my eyes was fully ablaze.
But was it illumination?
Or maybe it was the illusionary nature
Of the poison I kept my mind contained in
Floating and festering, blistering bubbles of shame.
But these wounds can mend.
This gift was not meant to be squandered and spent.
Healing is possible if you can accept that you deserve it.
Let down your defense, you don't have to earn it.
But you're running out of fight.
Too long you've been climbing up this heavy incline.
You've got it in your head that it's not in your stars -
Recovery is just outside the reach of your arms.
Things seem to worsen.
Some days I wake up feeling like half a person.
Unable to cope with the amount that I'm hurting.
Thinking if I stand on my own, I may fall on the floor.
But I don't want to let go.
As sure as the sun peaks its light through the window,
Though the shade's been pulled tight so it can't quite get through.
Made it so far so I guess I am damned to survive.
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7. |
Beware Of Dog
01:31
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Chords :
F# G Em - F# G Em Bb G
Outro - Em - G - Bb F
Of all the terrible things that crawl from under the dirt -
None could compare to the worst.
It's face is ugly as sin.
Words strung together with hurt.
Hate spewing out from it's skin.
If you can't see the problem, then you're a part of it.
Give up the act.
Stop playing along with it.
No, we don't talk to the cops - class trading pieces of shit.
They're not welcome where I live.
Cause we live outside the law.
If you align with the pigs you enter at your own risk.
If you can't see the problem, then you're a part of it.
Give up the act.
Stop playing along with their games.
Strong communities don't need police
(Break away - Stop playing along with their games)
Protecting ruling class properties.
(Break away - Reclaim your life today)
Locking up the siblings of the earth.
(Break away - Stop playing along with their games)
We gotta move or things could take a turn for the worst.
(Break away - Reclaim your life today)
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8. |
Too Many Pieces
02:41
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Chords : (slide guitar)
Verse - D - G F
Chorus - D F G -
Keep me far away from the liquor, oh boy.
Said, please please keep me away from that damn liquor.
I can't have a sip or a drop, I can't no more.
Tried to tell you once before.
It's like a jig saw puzzle,
Got too many pieces
Gotta break that bottle before it breaks me right down.
Now it blows my mind, you can get a drink but you cant get high.
See, it blows my mind, you can get a drink but you can't get high.
Police crawling 'round, keep a prying eye.
I just might smoke ganja til the day I die.
It's like a jig saw puzzle,
Got too many pieces
Gotta break that bottle before it breaks me right down.
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9. |
Tired
03:04
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Chords :
Verse - Em - C - D - G
Chorus - G - C - Em - G - C - Em - G - C - Bm - G - Am - G - Em
Four walls, a window and a door
And all the empty space between the ceiling and the floor.
Tried to think of things I'd never thought before,
I ran my mind in circles until I got bored.
So I got up, to take a peak outside,
Imagining the things that I might find.
Got to the window and pulled the curtains back,
But the wall was boarded by several wooden planks.
Looked over my shoulder at the door,
Spun myself around and I started walking toward it.
A few strides and I'll be on my way.
I reached for the knob and I gave it a shake
But it didn't budge, firm in my grip
So I plunged my mind into a deep panic.
The room is locked and I cant get out.
My heart sinks low and my mind starts to shout.
Feeling unsafe, feeling alone
Trying to pray, although it feels foreign
Tired of waiting, killing me slowly.
Tired of losing, leaving me lonely.
Eyes closed, head in my hands.
All I can think of is exactly what I can't do.
I can't lie and I can't make excuses.
I wanna move my body but I just can't do it.
My mind is weak and my body feels tired.
My will's about to break and it's leaving me entirely.
The bad vibes - I just can't fight em
Consumed by the dark even when I got the light on.
Looking for answers, not getting a response.
Feeling backed in a corner and surrounded on all sides.
Wishing it could all just disappear
To free the ghost that's been trapped in the mirror.
Searching desperately for the keys
To unlock the door that's been confining me.
But as long as I keep looking around
Everywhere outside of myself, then I'll be -
Feeling unsafe, feeling alone
Trying to pray, although it feels foreign
Tired of waiting, killing me slowly.
Tired of losing, leaving me lonely.
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10. |
Be Kind (You Never Know)
02:15
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Chords:
G - C G G D G -
Many long years, I waited and I waited
Looking for the answers to my questions.
Always looking forward, not wanting to face the past.
Carrying a heavy load of depressions.
Some scars you see on a person's skin -
Others are on a person's heart.
So be kind to the people that you meet.
You never know what kind of road they walk.
Living in a mental prison.
Shackles you cannot see with the eye.
So I guess I need a mental break out
Before my freedom comes to light.
Some scars you see on a person's skin -
Others are on a person's heart.
So be kind to the people that you meet.
You never know what kind of road they walk.
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Some scars you see on a person's skin -
Others are on a person's heart.
So be kind to the people that you meet.
You never know what kind of road they walk.
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